Father of Raven: Part 4
Hey there, lovers of steamy stories. This is the conclusion of "Raven's Dad," where he finally gets a taste of naughty fun. If you came across this by accident (or mistake) make sure you check out the first three parts and perhaps the ritual stories and Raven's Party, where Raven's dad first showed some interest. Hope you enjoy it.
I tilted my head back, gazing at the clock in the weak light from the bathroom. It was a little past 2 a.m.; the only other sound was Jay's breathing, which hadn't quite turned into a snore yet.
I turned away from the clock and shut my eyes. My mind swirled with various thoughts. George's initial attempt at seducing me, the time I foolishly wandered into his territory while wearing just a bathrobe, kept running through my head. I pictured opening that robe, and subsequently, my legs. Then I thought about the way George's hand had been scratching at my vagina through my jeans. It aroused me as I recalled his hand slipping inside my denim and the feeling of his scratching. I pulled my hands away and placed them under my head; sleep was a necessity.
Jay was so aroused by my retelling of the afternoon's events. Were we that messed up? We both found satisfaction in listening to each other's flirtations and extramarital affairs. Was that normal? Other couples didn't do that, right?
I reopened my eyes. The clock told me I had been awake for another 45 minutes, and sleep was still a distant dream. Did Jen keep hot chocolate or cocoa in the kitchen? Would she mind?
I waited for a few more minutes before giving up on sleep. I tiptoed out of bed, searching for my bathrobe in the dim light that Jay hadn't turned off. I found it in the corner, next to my skirt and shirt.
Tightening the bathrobe's belt, I double-knotted it, then combed my fingers through my hair. I slipped into my slippers and slid the bathroom door closed. Still in the half-dark, I moved towards the bedroom door, gently nudging it open. The room was dark; everything was silent. Taking a deep breath, I managed to find the light switch.
The horniness of the house battled with its spiritual aura. The energy compelled me to unfasten the belt and push open the soft material. In the quiet of the early morning, I held my breath, letting loose the tendrils of sexuality. I began to consider stripping completely naked, walking through the house as nature intended. The urge was strong as I pictured the breeze caressing my naked skin. Should I?
I ended up going for the more modest option. I skipped down the stairs, the robe trailing behind me.
As I reached the dark kitchen, I flipped on the kitchen lights. I quickly made some warm milk mixed with honey, cautious not to burn my nearly bare body. My bathrobe slid off my shoulders and down three steps behind me before stopping. Ignoring it, I sipped the hot milk with my bathrobe still undivided.
With my drink in hand, I headed to the glass garden room, which held a reflective pool. I stared out into the blackness, wondering if anyone could see my naked body. Did someone have a window facing this room? Were they peeping through binoculars or a telescope at this very moment?
As the tingle between my legs intensified, I forgot about the potential voyeurs. I extended my arms above my head, allowing my robe to fall off my shoulders. The coolness of the room made my nipples harden. My hands adjusted the cup in my left hand, I brought my right hand up my torso and slid it under my loose bathrobe. My fingers touched my wet slit and I grasped it firmly, holding back the juices that threatened to leak out.
I saw a movement through the glass, but it stopped immediately. I searched the darkness, trying to discern if someone was eavesdropping. Was that a shadow beneath the window? Was someone spying on me from behind?
I shifted my gaze to the lawn, imagining a voyeur hidden there, peeking at me from behind the bushes. This fantasy felt more exciting as the mystery man became more real in my mind. "Someone's behind me," I thought, my vagina throbbing and secreting more juices. Despite this, I didn't wipe them away. I wanted to let my imaginary perv know how hot and wet I was.
Turning to look back, I saw no one. The thought that someone might be hiding in the darkness outside kept my mind engaged. Here I was, completely exposed, fantasizing about being watched and wanted by someone I didn't even know. A sigh of pleasure escaped me as I imagined a stranger, fully clothed, in the shadowy woods, stroking his erection as he watched me. My heart pounded as I stood there, nude and aroused, anticipating the next step in my erotic game.
I shifted on one foot, similar to a display on a jewelry turntable, and refocused through the dim light. It took several moments before George's face appeared in front of me. He, too, wore an untied robe that split down the center. The silky material seemed determined to part from his shoulders. The aesthetic wasn't lost on me as I looked down at his relaxed state of arousal.
"I see you were expecting me," George said.
Somewhat perplexed, I stared at his grinning face before realizing that I was exhibiting myself to him as fully as I had to my imagined audience. "Oh, damn! Sorry." I attempted to adjust my garment.
"No. Please don't." He begged. I paused, stunned. "You look so stunning like that."
The sight didn't excite him. It was comfortable; unthreatening. I left the material hanging from me and resting on my breasts, still exposing all my femininity as I picked up my teacup and walked toward him and the kitchen sink.
"Do you have alarms on all the doors or something?"
"No. I saw you."
"How?"
"Glass roof in the glass room below our bedroom window."
"Oh." My arousal increased again.
"It wasn't as nice a view as it is now."
Turning to the sink to wash my teacup, aware that more of Jay was trying to escape, but my determination held it in. I felt a kiss behind my ear.
"No. Stop." I warned him.
"What? Don't you like it?" He did it again.
"Yes. I do. That's the problem."
George's moist lips slid down the curve of my neck along my collarbone. His teeth nipped my skin. "I don't see it as a problem." He traced butterfly kisses along my skin to the top of my arm. Electricity shot through me in all directions.
"Yes, it is." I silently thanked Jay for providing me with such fulfilling earlier. There was no way I would have sex with someone with a full belly of someone else.
His lips touched the nape of my neck. "You're enjoying it. So no problem." He repeated the pattern on the other side while the electricity gathered between my thighs.
"Fucking hell," I breathed.
"Are you getting too much?"
"It would be if I didn't know we wouldn't fuck." I pulled my bathrobe closed in front of me.
He took half a step back and placed his hands on the tops of my arms, turning me around to face the garden room windows. He switched on two low lights in the room, which converged where I stood, rigid with anticipation.
"Is this better for you?" he asked, running his fingers up the edge of my bathrobe, stopping at my nipples. "More exciting?" He placed his warm palms on my breasts.
"What?"
"That excitement of being seen. Someone watching from the outside." He described me so accurately. His hands moved up my bare skin and parted at my collarbone. "Doesn't that excite you?" My robe slithered down my body, leaving a pool of fabric behind my feet on the floor. "It does, doesn't it?"
I uttered the word without thinking. "Yes."
He took a step back and placed his hands on my arms, spinning me to face the outside with the potential spectators in nearby houses. He guided me to stand so that my back was facing the glass panels. "Imagine those eyes staring at you from a distance." He stroked my skin from my breasts down my torso. "Binoculars in one hand and a stiff prick in the other." I shivered, and my knees softened as his hand found my clitoris. "Is that exciting for you?"
"Yes. Oh god, yes!" My hand reached for his erection, taking control without thought. He moaned into my neck.
George knelt in front of me, his gaping silk robe displaying his obvious arousal. A hand lifted my chin, and George gazed into my eyes as he kissed me deeply. He broke off the kiss, sliding to his knees in front of me, level with my crotch.
I came to my senses. "Stop, George." I pushed on his shoulders. "This has to stop now."
George stood and gazed intently into my eyes again. "You want this, too."
"Oh yes. I do. But I can't. I've..." I struggled to find the right words. "I've just..."
"Fucked Jay?"
"Yeah," I admitted. That felt embarrassing. "So, I can't."
"Not a fan of mixing two men's cum?"
"No god, no."
"Jen loves it."
My mind reeled at the information. "I don't believe you."
She admits there's nothing more thrilling than feeling a lover's sperm piping into her while she's brimming with another man's fluid.
"Really?" I found it strangely enticing to hear that.
"Yes. Sometimes even more than one." He gave me a peck on the earlobe. His pants' zipper undid itself, and his stiff member glided across my stomach. My hand grabbed it.
"Different, huh?" Oh, my arousal was rising steadily.
"So, this is normal for you. I'm fantasizing about those guys outside, spying on us as we do this." He slid down towards my tits and threw off his silky robe. "Go on. Look at them in the bushes. One's taking a piss first. See that stream flowing out? He's looking right at you, knowing you're looking right back."
Holy fuck, this was almost as fucking hot as the genuine thing. "Check out the guy rubbing his knob. He's unsure whether to simply watch your exquisite body or witness me doing this. I was too turned on to notice; too turned on to consider what was to come.
George inhaled through his nose. "That's an exquisite odor. The scent of two lovers together." Freak me, he was going to fucking perform this.
I was tugged to place a leg each on the edges of the coffee table, and he stretched me out. His tongue touched my clit, then his tongue explored the valley of my vagina. My orgasm drew near like a distant train. "This is no disgusting taste. You know that," I gasped.
"Yes, yes." I nodded and shivered. "You're a dirty goat." I giggled.
He showed me how to sit on the edge of the coffee table and laid me back, murmuring, "See those men jerking off out there? That's you arousing them." As his mouth sucked on my clitoris, my body started shaking with my impending orgasm. "I heard you excuse yourself only seconds ago. I was too aroused to comprehend; too aroused for what would follow."
He slipped out of me and stood, leaving me no choice but to kneel on the table.
Before I could take a breath, his cock slammed into me, hitting my G-spot at an angle. His pelvis lashed at me like an animal, fucking me with animal ferocity. I glanced at our reflection. George was pounding me like a dog and almost as fast. His extreme arousal drove me closer to another orgasm. My head sank into his shoulder from the force of another climax bursting through.
But he didn't stop. He slammed farther. In and out. In and out.
"Didn't you already..."
"Not yet. I want you to experience what a real man can provide you with." And so decided, he pulled out and stood. His sloppy rod was drenched with Jay's cum and my juices. In my aroused state, it didn't seem half as disgusting as it should have.
Then he led me up and turned me.
"What? I must..."
"Don't fuss. You're going to kneel at the table's edge."
I didn't have time to breathe when he thrust his cock into me at an angle that scraped my G-spot. He humped the hell out of me like a madman. I peered over at us, and George appeared to be mauling me like an animal, moving me in seconds. His expression was twisted with joy from his action. It took me closer to another climax. I witnessed George's face twist as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. He held back his release. Loaded to the brim, he erupted with african women screw whore making a whole bunch of cum spew out, followed by other fluids leaking from me. His thrusting continued, until he was empty inside, and he collapsed onto my back.
I rested my hand on his leg. His cock drooped out, and a bucket of cum escaped as he stood up.
"Never seen that before," I said as I joined him in standing. Streams of combined juices ran down my thighs.
"I'll be sure to clean this."
"And you tell me Jen enjoys coming home to fuck you after fucking someone else?" I hugged my robe and wiped the mess from me.
"Not that way. We don't compete like that."
"But you just said..."
"Her and both of us in bed?"
"What? While you're there, too?"
"Yep. Sometimes I'm first, sometimes second, or even third. And sometimes, just seeing her get so much pleasure is enough joy for me. That's my delight. There have even been times when..." He hesitated. "Maybe another day."
"Oh God, not possible."
"Somewhere down the line, maybe."
"Jealousy?" I assumed an ideally jealous partner damages a threesome.
"No. Better than wondering torment."
"Each person has their own preferences, I guess." I sauntered to the hidden bathroom to freshen up, skipping the idea of shutting the door. I was dying to pee, so I sat down as George appeared, still nude.
"No issue with modesty for you, huh?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You'll pee in front of anyone?"
"I've gotten accustomed to it." The flow began.
"Same here. Spread your legs."
"What?" My legs separated on their own, before I could even voice the word. I assumed he just wanted to watch. As naughty as Jay. But no. He aimed his penis at the opening and started urinating. It splattered on each side, soaking my thighs.
"My apologies," he said.
"It'll dry." I was flabbergasted and focused on his urinating penis while his pee combined with mine. He seemed to become absorbed in hitting my stream with his precise aim. If only Jay could do this. "If only Jay could do this," I said.
His flow ceased almost simultaneously with mine, and he fired off a sudden squirt. I could sense his deep concentration because he didn't shake.
"Try some," I offered and bent forward while raising his soft penis. I put his glans in my mouth and it twitched, sending a teaspoon of pee down my throat. The taste of his pee, along with Jay's sperm, my own secretions, and likely, Jen's as well, merged into a one-of-a-kind oral experience. I licked some more out of his now stiffening member. I withdrew it.
"Can you taste Jen on there as well?" I inquired.
"Maybe."
"You're such a sexual monster."
He raised his erect penis. "Would you like to..."
"Leave me alone. No."
I tidied myself up and exited, leaving my robe undone.
Proudly, I strolled out of the room.
"Ah, Sandra," George called out. I halted in the doorway. "Jen mentioned that her next threesome..."
"What about it?"
"Includes Jay."
I left the room.
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